High-resolution, full color images available online
Search, browse, read, and print yearbook pages
View college, high school, and military yearbooks
Browse our digital annual library spanning centuries
Privacy, as we do not track users or sell information
Page 110 text:
“
LITERARY 35 - A MISTAKE When my Dad and I were-on the train going from Calgary to Winnipeg, we took an upper and lower berth at the very end of the train. I slept in the upper and he slept in the lower. Before we went to bed he told me to wake him up at’5.30 if he wasn ' t already awake. 1 1 got up in themaming about 5.00 o ' clock and went back to the observation car for a while. When it was 5.30 I went back to the berth to wake my Dad. I began shaking him to wake him up. When he awoke he asked me what time it was and I ' told him it was 5.30, He just told me to shut up and let him go back to sleep. Well,I was a little downhearted because he told me to wake him up at 5.30 so I went back through all the dimly lit sleeping cars to the observation car and who should I find there but my Dad. I had awakened the person at the other end of the sleeping carl Jim Mayhew. 9-3. CALGARY A foothill city now but of old a fort it was, Cradled in the valley of the Bow and Elbow too, Trading goods with trapper, rancher, Indian brave, Who with the help from grain, oil. and ribboned steel Built a town of narrow streets for cow and horse. It grew until the fort and town were, no 1 more) The buildings which of stone and ' wood were: made, ■ ? Today are doomed for steel and, brick ' have come instead) The streets unchanged are as in days of old) -Though a.gateway to the mountains and the mighty sea beyond, Our heritage is still recalled by the rancher and his herd, 1 And the narrowed streets built for them to paps. George Wiberg, ■ 9-4 SCJNSET As vivid colours rise to meet the horizon and blanket it under their beauty, yellows, pinks, fire reds and velvet blues blend together and evaporate into the vast unknown. The sun, which once somewhat guarded our comparatively humble life, has now partially disappeared behind the long line of mountains. These are now outlined in a thick line of black and the burning sun to a deathlike blood red, in this world of fantasy. . ■ In the east, stars are beginning to elbow their way through the immense billowy clouds, which are now bound in the most luxurious of golds, while in the distance, towering trees surrounding a large old house, look black against Mother Nature’s paintbox. Dianne Stedman, IX-.1
”
Page 111 text:
“
LITE. R ARY 36 - GRAY phantom - The hills were obscured, by fog. Through the mist there sounded a high pitched whinny, down in a valley echoed a shrill answer, an iron horsehoe clicked against a pebble. Out of the mist three figures approached a ' high ridge. Upon reaching the ridge the three commanded a view of the area as the fog has thinned out. The three wranglers held a shbrt, quiet conference and then began the roundup. Drifting silently toward the un-suspecting manada, they stationed themselves at different points waiting for a signal. It came, the three horsemen started to converge on the now nervous horses which were being hased into a trap. Because of the heavy fog the horses would not see the corral until it was too late. Now it was a matter of minutes. There was little chanc the horses would miss the trap and go right by it. There was complete silence; with an ear-splitting squeak the gate shut. At the same moment Gray Dynamite exploded] The herd stallion knew he was ' caught but he did not intend to stay that way for long. Fortunately for the wranglers though, the corral was sturdily built; after a short consultation it was decided to leave the mares, and colts where -they were and take the stallion back to the ranch. Shortly after the stallion reached the ranch, a cowhand named Pete rode up. Where did you get him? Pete asked, looking through the corral poles at the big gray stallion. Brought him in this morning , was the reply, and boy was he wild! ' Pete was one of the biggest liars on the ranch and he-loved to boast. 1 11 bet I can ride him Pete replied. That was .how it started. The horse was saddled and a hackamore forced on to his head. Pete mounted and was promptly thrown into the air. He climbed on again and the performance was repeated,much to everyone’s amusement. Soon one cowhand after another was climbing into the saddle. But no matter how many tried, the result was always the . ' same, a face full of dirt. The stallion was tired now, but not too tired to notice how the saddle rocked as he pitched. The hastily drawn up cinch-strap was jerking loose, but the’: cowhands were too busy trying to hang on to notice it. Finally as the stallion came down. stiff-legged it came loose enough to slictearound and naturally, unseated the rider by sliding under the horses belly. Now the horse was kicking, rolling, and rearing in an effort to shale the hated thing loose. The saddle was very cooperative and quickly fell off. The stallion ' s main desire now was to escape. He sax r the cowboy just thrown, heading for the gate. He edged toward the cowboy. He waited ’till the gate was open and then charged through, knocking the cowboy down. Four mares and a gelding were in a nearby corral. -The stall ion, heedless of risk, rammed in the gate and stole the mares. He drove the four towards the gate and open country. The ranch hands, who were too startled to move, now ran for their horses. With a mocking whinny, the stallion turned and reared triumphant, then.raced on to disappear behind a ridge. •: - •? • -|V ■. • . . ! • • V... : f . T.qc.:i.c;; . .; : V .. : : ; •■ ;. : : T.:j „• ,.!• . . : It- r.fi Margaret Mclnall. 8-10 . . .; ■ ,r -■ ;■ • ,• j ■ ; ■ - . . •• ?f. -: Sincere apologies to those whose pictures have been missed, to those who may- not have received credit for their writing, and to those whose articles were not printed because of lack of space. YEARBOOK STAFF
Are you trying to find old school friends, old classmates, fellow servicemen or shipmates? Do you want to see past girlfriends or boyfriends? Relive homecoming, prom, graduation, and other moments on campus captured in yearbook pictures. Revisit your fraternity or sorority and see familiar places. See members of old school clubs and relive old times. Start your search today!
Looking for old family members and relatives? Do you want to find pictures of parents or grandparents when they were in school? Want to find out what hairstyle was popular in the 1920s? E-Yearbook.com has a wealth of genealogy information spanning over a century for many schools with full text search. Use our online Genealogy Resource to uncover history quickly!
Are you planning a reunion and need assistance? E-Yearbook.com can help you with scanning and providing access to yearbook images for promotional materials and activities. We can provide you with an electronic version of your yearbook that can assist you with reunion planning. E-Yearbook.com will also publish the yearbook images online for people to share and enjoy.
